Sunday, February 15, 2015

Life seemed a bunch of repeatitive chores;Before the accidental exchangeof tasty food - for body and soul.It was different before,For you and me -Two lonely persons finding refudge in nothingness;Keeping nothingness out of nothing,as if one survived every breath,till death shall rescue.Dieing inside with nothingnessBut desire and dream of a life betterCame out stonger.Nothingness of meaningless solitudeA void of repititive chores;Performed punctually in nothingness.But then, the well cooked, flavorful foodcooked with love & careCame as an accidental change.Daily chore of the boxed lunch. ..Came out as a nurturing treat;a company ofsomethingness long overdue!The life giving food for someone, with some things special for them !!Than tolerable eatables from the Mess!From nothingness of loneliness in the presentTo hope and desire for happiness ahead;All packed in the Lunchbox of hope.

- Swati. Feb. 14, 2015 11.45 pm

This poem is about a wonderful film directed by Ritesh Batra, 'Lunchbox'.